(It is guaranteed that if a drawing of mine includes a cat, it will take five times longer than it bloody well should. This was supposed to be a quick doodle to get myself back in the arting groove and suddenly it became 1 AM.)
Forget about dreaming, because I can’t sleep.
just.. aradia dfsdfjosdjkfs
Uploading now coz Feasts saw it already :) I’m glad you like it u wu
Blind pals indeed!
once again i am too shitty to do lineart
Rose Strider, Dave Lalonde and suddenly John Harley
I love how potato in French is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”
like what stupid frenchman saw this:
and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE POMME DE TERRE!”
j’adore comment ananas se dit pineapple en anglais, ce qui veut littéralement dire “pomme de pin”, genre quel type anglais a vu ça:
et s’est dit : “ow cette étrange big fruit ressemble à une, how do you say, POMME! hmmm… mais plutôt une pomme qui pousse dans les pins… HU HU HU! OH YES, IT’S A PINEAPPLE!”
(z’avez vu, on peut le faire aussi… hon hon hon!)
you there. girl.
boo hoo hoo….
>he killed my dad and i couldn’t do a thing
>he killed rose’s mom and she couldn’t do a thing either.
“I know, John. I know.”
>no, you don’t know, not really. because it was my dad and he got killed for stupid reasons and i wasn’t even there.
“You are not,” says Karkat fiercely, “the only asshole who ever had a lusus, Egbert.”
I was sold initially by the Waiting For Godot title reference and reading it, well, it’s just fantastic. Highly recommend you all give this a read.